Suicide In Progress - Melvins

There’s a little animal, way up in the air

My nose and tongue are roving, but maybe it’s not there

There’s a little man now, in the middle of the earth

He gives himself these orders and let it all be burned

There are lots of makeshift wonders, seven in the world

Five of them will not be noticed and three will not be heard

There’s a meal there’s a window, there’s a face that you can’t see

You can keep what you’ve stolen, just give it back to me

I vow to taste my vengeance, even if they dare

Maybe his time is coming, and maybe he’s better off